The happiness of a birthday,

The celebration of aging a year older,

The excitement to open all the gifts you get,

The joy of blowing out the candles,

That was what it was like when you were still here.

But you’re not here,

You’re gone.

And now my birthdays don’t feel the same,

Another year aged with you gone,

All the gifts knowing yours will never be one I open,

Blowing out the candles with a long breath that feels wasted on a soul like mine,

That’s my reality now.

And since you’re gone,

I just need to deal with it.